This poem is of course good. Ye Xingyuan is 100% sure, with the same poem and the charm of the gods. It is really the most appropriate to present this poem to Xiangjun.

In another time and space, in the poem commemorating the famous prostitute Su Xiaoxiao Guiling, this poem dares to be the first, but he doesn't believe it will become worse when it reaches this time and space. There are heavenly secrets in this world, and there are cause and effect everywhere in poetry and articles. It is not easy to completely reverse right and wrong in this.

After a long silence, an honest man finally spoke first. He thought for a while and was hesitant, "Brother Ye's poem is touching. I am a naughty person, and I only feel that there is an indescribable benefit..."

As soon as someone speaks, there will naturally be people who feel sad, "This is really true! I think it's good, but I don't know what's good about it..."

"What's good about this poem? The rhythm of this poem is not correct and the genre is casual, and it is no different from the slang songs in the wild. How can it be as elegant as the elegance?" Sheng Benqi's face turned pale and suddenly roared out, interrupting others' words.

He considered himself the tycoon among the county exam candidates, but he didn't expect that Ye Xingyuan's three-character short poem almost immediately suppressed his popularity.

Although others have limited appreciation level and cannot tell the benefits of Ye Xingyuan's poem for the time being, the discussions at this time were attracted by this poem. Sheng Benqi's poem had long been forgotten. This point can be seen from the difference between the two poems.

Sheng Ben also had some talent, and of course he could also appreciate the benefits of Ye Xingyuan's three-character poem. It is precisely because of this that he was even more angry and maliciously slandered, and he must not let others lead public opinion.

"Yes! Brother Ye is a little immature after all. The idea of ​​this poem is good. Unfortunately, it is awkward. Brother Sheng's poems are vicissitudes and timeless. They echo from the scenery to the emotions, and then from the emotions to the illusion. This is the best!" Sheng Ben expressed his attitude, and immediately someone woke up like a dream, and quickly agreed to confuse the public.

Someone pretended to sigh and shook his head, "Brother Ye, don't blame Brother Sheng for being angry. Do you know that if you write poetry so randomly, you will be on the evil path. If this path is wrong, no matter how hard you work, it will be useless. Brother Sheng cherishes your talent and regrets that it will be hard to get steel."

The few people invited by Sheng Benqi shook their tongues together, desperately belittled Ye Xingyuan and praised Sheng Benqi. But after all, the point where they could attack the three-character poem was just a rhythm, and then they used the simple words to show them not like poetry, and they could not find any other problems.

Ye Xingyuan only thought they were clowns. He believed that the masses had a sharp vision. Although most people remained silent during this wave of public opinion offensive, the more they repeatedly pondered the three-character poems in their hearts, the more they could feel the wonders of the poems. What are the uses of these genius guys?

Sheng Benqi was also content with his self-dominant leadership and returned to his hands. He remembered that he had lost his composure just now and came to apologize to Ye Xingyuan in a fake manner, "Brother Ye, I have a straightforward temper. If your poem is not good, it is not good. I can only speak out directly."

He paused and deliberately raised his voice, "I see, although Brother Ye, you have good talents, but your foundation is unstable and your knowledge is not solid enough.

Otherwise, the verses of this poem would not be bad, and it would be a joke to make such limericks. In this way, Brother Ye may not be able to get the best when he goes to the county exam. It would be better to study behind closed doors for a few years and wait until his academic achievements improve before taking the exam!"

Sheng Benqi had already prepared these few sentences, and just waiting for Ye Xingyuan's poem to be written, it would be natural to suppress him. If Ye Xingyuan was young and energetic, he might have really abandoned the county exam and returned to study; even if he was thick-skinned, he would have to take the exam again, and his reputation would have been broken.

Shameless! Ye Xingyuan had long expected that this person would rely on his seniority, but he could not have expected that he would be disgusted to this extent. Just Lao Mengsheng, who had not passed the exam for ten years, had the right to speak in front of him?

Ye Xingyuan knew that he must not show weakness at this time, otherwise the unknown onlookers would have a vague impression, and maybe he really thought that he was not good at learning, so he would be difficult to get rid of this image. He immediately refuted, "Why did Brother Sheng say this? I heard of poetry, where is the aspiration of the heart, and speaks as poems, and emotions are moved and expressed in words.

My poem is moved by emotions, so it can move people's hearts. How can the rhythm of the poem be blocked from the nature of the poem?"

His principle is applicable everywhere. The so-called "does not harm the meaning" by words. The charm of poetry lies in language and metrical syllables, but it cannot be bound by metrical syllables. Besides, his three fonts are not without metrical syllables, but just changes in metrical syllables.

Sheng Ben was in a state of rudeness. He knew that Ye Xingyuan's words were correct, but he could not admit it even if he was beaten to death. He could only make a fuss. "According to what you say, I can just talk casually, and then I can write poems? The sages of all generations corrected the rhymes and composed the rhythm, and were all doing nothing?"

Of course Ye Xingyuan could not be labeled as this hat. "Brother Sheng thought he was a poor record. In the poems of his ancestors, there were three-word styles, such as "There are hazels in the mountains" and "There are lings in the mountains" and "There are lings in the Zhou Song" and "There are thrifts in many countries" and "There are many good times". Although I am not a filial piety, I dare not go against the ancestors. It is just a little different from Brother Sheng's way."

Sheng Ben's face was red and red. Unexpectedly, Ye Xingyuan had such a killer weapon. The three-character style was extremely rare. No famous articles have been passed down for hundreds of years. How could he remember it in a hurry?

"Even if this is the case, your poem is so terrifying that it will never be better. You must correct it!" There was nothing to say at all. Sheng Benqi only had red mouths and white teeth. He bit Ye Xingyuan to death. This poem was not good. Anyway, he was the authoritative poem at this time. He said it was not good. Who else dared to say it was okay?

Ye Xingyuan has never seen such a shameless person before. He has reached this point. What's the use of being stubborn?

"Brother Ye, Brother Sheng is not wrong. He is a famous poet. Even the county master had said before. After all, you are young and you can learn a few more years." Someone hurried up to persuade him hypocritically, but in his words, he still detained Ye Xingyuan's poems.

The onlookers were really confused at this time. This poem clearly felt good, but Sheng Caizi couldn't say it well. Maybe there was his reason for it?

Everyone was in a daze, and suddenly there was a crisp sound, and a white air rose from Xiangjun's tomb, soaring straight into the sky.

Xiangjun has appeared!

As everyone exclaimed, a faint fragrance came from their noses, and the light rain fell from the sky, and it was scattered. In the white light, a beautiful woman in blue opened her eyes and bowed to Ye Xingyuan.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your poem." The voice was far away and I didn't know where it came from.

The scholars were dumbfounded and looked at Ye Xingyuan in disbelief. Xiangjun appeared in his spirit, which was actually a poem for Ye Xingyuan!

According to legend, Xiangjun died and was inspired by the city god. Although she did not enter the city god temple, she also had the status of a yin god. She loved talent all her life and was the same after her death. It is said that if someone wrote good poems in front of the tomb and could be praised by Xiangjun, there would be strange phenomena in front of the tomb. After that, she would be able to write wonderful writings and the aura of writing poems increased a little.

Literatures from all generations have passed by here to pay tribute to Xiangjun, and most of them have left behind poems, but the legendary supernatural phenomena have not been heard once in hundreds of years! So everyone only thinks that Xiangjun's appearance is a legend, and gradually they no longer think it is true.

But I never expected that the legend actually appeared today. Xiang Jun’s appearance was not a legend, but that this really happened!

All scholars, including the onlookers, were stunned and shocked by not knowing whether it should be called a miracle or a ghost. Could Ye Xingyuan's poems be so good?

"The orchid dew is like crying eyes..." Suddenly, another singing sounded, surrounding Xiangjun's tomb, like the sound of nature.

It was not enough to show the spirit, and he even offered a song on the spot! Everyone was shocked again. Today, this trip was really worth it. He actually saw it with his own eyes and heard the grand scene that had been seen for hundreds of years!

This peerless sound and peerless poems make people fascinated. Only Sheng Benqi was stunned, as if he was poured from his head to his feet by a basin of cold water, his teeth trembled, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't even say a word.

He just said that Ye Xingyuan's poem was not good. He thought that no one in the county would refute his face, so he forced Ye Xingyuan to force him to do so. Who would have thought that Xiangjun jumped out and sang for the sake of this poem. What kind of treatment is this?

Xiangjun's wise eyes are well known to everyone, and they have many allusions passed down from generation to generation, and I have heard many poems of sacrifice over the past few hundred years. Who dares to say that she personally recognizes any bad poems?

"...... Under Xiling, the wind and rain." The woman's singing was leisurely and lingering, and the lingering sound was lingering around for three days.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the air, the rain stopped and the clouds closed, and the sun showed her face again. Nothing changed except for her wet clothes and face.

But the people present had a feeling of loss in their hearts. The emotionally rich person couldn't help but burst into tears, as if he had witnessed Xiang Jun's wonderful and desolate life with his own eyes.

Ye Xingyuan stood in front of the tombstone and felt very moved. He didn't expect that this poem could alarm Xiangjun. He thought that this beautiful woman with talent was so talented that she could fall into the dust, but she could be out of the mud without being stained. It's a pity that she died for love when she was young in her youth. How many days can she have in her life?

He originally regretted taking out this poem and causing too much noise, but now he thinks that giving this poem to Xiangjun is not a secret bead. It can make her smile in peace and smile in the nine springs, which can be considered a great merit.

"I just said that this poem is not simple. I just heard Brother Ye recite it once, and my whole body felt numb. When Xiangjun sang it again, I even got goose bumps and couldn't help but cry." A scholar Luotuo shook his head and burst into tears. "I wish I could have been born three hundred years earlier to comfort Xiangjun's life!"

"I had known Xiang Jun's sentiment, but Brother Ye's poem uses the scenery to describe emotions, and the blending of emotions and scenes is really wonderful." Xiang Jun has settled his nature, and these scholars have come back and admired them endlessly.

Some people say, "Now, if you savor it carefully, you can only feel cold and lonely when you break it, otherwise the five and seven characters will lose their unique charm. Brother Ye is free to write poems and can write them at will. He can do this at a young age. He will be the master of poetry in the future!"

Someone also said, "Originally, Brother Sheng's poem came out, and we still thought it was wonderful. Now, compared with Brother Ye's poem, it is like a firefly to the bright moon. It can only be regarded as a work by a mortal, and it is incomparable to Brother Ye's extraordinary works!"

At this time, public opinion became one-sided, and Sheng Benqi and his men could only be stunned. As the saying goes, stealing chickens will not result in losing rice, but the geese are pecked by swallows all day long.

What made Sheng Benzhi even more painful was that it would be fine if he just lost a game because of his skills. But from now on, I am afraid that in the eyes of the county Chinese literati, he would be worth a piece of paper. He had been famous for ten years and lost in one day!

Ye Xingyuan patted Sheng Benqi's shoulder openly and expressed his gratitude sincerely. It was better to compare anything, and he had to pull him into poetry...
Chapter completed!